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38 Lawrence Cloake

become a totem hero of the tribe’s rites of manhood.
Fiachra raises his hand to his eyes to hide his tears at the
terrible waste of flesh all around him. His own bodh is now
quiet and aches from the constant cumings that had wracked
his young body throughout the battle. His bodh and tóin had
paid homage to the blood orgy of hardened manhood. He feels
empty. He wants the embrace of a strong man to ease the ache
of survival as he calls the names of his childhood friends. Some
of the sons of the sons of the High Kings are laid on their
shields. They are keened, waked, and storied.
Later, after the tribe celebrates victory, Fiachra seeks out
and lays himself down with a wandering man. A man who
explains how death is the greatest aphrodisiac in human
experience. A man who leaves Fiachra, after fucking him into
the sod, sleeping in oblivion. A man who disappears in the
smoke and mist with the flutter of dark wings.
In the night, the raven settles beside his shoulder, watch-
ing over him, his sharp beak a lethal guard over the handsome
young warrior, Fiachra.

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